12/19/2014. It's true what they say about words being like gaseous emissions - easy to create, and rarely adding up to anything in the big picture. Nonetheless, I will try to set a scene for you with a few words.
Now- or, never- it's the holiday season 2014. Crowd 'round, here's a true story. Story of ghosts. I seen them coming from a mile around. Boy, it was ghosts from here to Tuesday. And I seen em crawl in the vents. When they pop out- dangling there, with their eyes- you can't move. Haunts till Tuesday. I was hoping that getting myself some of the Juice- the proper, correct Juice, made in the right way with know-how- would help. But no. No, those ghosts weren't scared by that stuff one bit. They giggled and laughed in a not-fine way. And this is the haunts I get. I hold up Brocato's "Lemon Ice" to ward off the horrid darkness. It's their signature dish, but any Brocato's item is excellent for warding. But the ghosts are really creatures born of the unreliability and resultant eternal uncertainty of our perceptions. There are, surprisingly, relatively few ghosts in KC. Even though there are plenty of old spots that make prime real estate for spooks, the landscape is checkered with locations that are in constant flux. A street might have 50% houses that are virtually unchanged since 1905, and 50% houses that rarely go more than a week without major renovation work. Flux, that many-tendriled eternal ultimate reality, is the greatest enemy of spooks- this is in fact why religious rituals are notoriously ineffective against them. Taken altogether, this makes spotting a haunted nook an archaicly refreshing accomplishment. By contrast in NOLA, particularly at nighttime, the spooks are in such a crowd that they become tiresome and allow themselves conceit, actually overestimating their ability to touch mortal spirits with their fearsome night chills. They are like the spiritual mosquitoes of the night.
So, here I sit. If it were not for the powerful combination of Brocato's "Lemon Ice" and straight black coffee, I would likely be too paralyzed by the phantom fan-tods. But I made more music in KC, I made music in T-Town, and I made music in NOLA. Holidays 2014. This is the haunts I get.